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26 “My father lived beside the Tyne,
A wealthy lord was he ;
He had but only me.
27 “ To win me from his tender arms,
Unnumber'd suitors came;
And felt, or feign’d, a flame.
28 “Each hour a mercenary crowd
With richest proffers strove ;
But never talk'd of love.
29 “In humble, simplest habit clad,
No wealth or power had he;
But these were all to me.
30 “And when, beside me in the dale,
He carollid lays of love;
And music to the grove.
31 “ The blossom opening to the day,
The dews of heaven refined,
To emulate his mind.
32 “ The dew, the blossoms of the tree,
With charms inconstant shine :
Th’inconstancy was mine!
33 “For still I tried each fickle art,
Importunate and vain ;
I triumph'd in his pain.
34 “ Till, quite dejected with my scorn,
He left me to my pride;
In secret, where he died.
35 “But mine the sorrow, mine the fault,
And well my life shall pay ;
And stretch me where he lay.
36 “And there, forlorn, despairing, hid,
I'll lay me down and die ;
And so for him will I."
37 “ Forbid it, Heaven !” the Hermit cried,
And clasp'd her to his breast :
'Twas Edwin's self that prest !
38 “ Turn, Angelina, ever dear,
My charmer, turn to see
Restored to love and thee.
39 “ Thus let me hold thee to my heart,
And every care resign :
My life—my all that's mine?
40 “No, never from this hour to part,
We'll live and love so true ;
Shall break thy Edwin's too."
THE HAUNCH OF VENISON:
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO LORD CLARE.
THANKS, my lord, for your venison, for finer or fatter
But, my lord, it's no bounce : I protest, in my turn,
1 Mr Burn:' Lord Clare's nephew.
So I cut it, and sent it to Reynolds undrest,
While thus I debated, in reverie centred,
me. “ What have we got here ?-why, this is good eating ! Your own, I suppose—or is it in waiting ?” “ Why, whose should it be ?” cried I, with a flounce : “I get these things often ”—but that was a bounce : “Some lords, my acquaintance, that settle the nation, Are pleased to be kind—but I hate ostentation.”
“ If that be the case, then," cried he, very gay, “ I'm glad I have taken this house in my way. To-morrow you
take a poor dinner with me; No words—I insist on't-precisely at three ; We'll have Johnson and Burke, all the wits will be there ; My acquaintance is slight, or I'd ask my Lord Clare. 60 And, now that I think on't, as I am a sinner, We wanted this venison to make out a dinner.
1 • There's,' &c. : Howard, Coley, Hogarth, Hiff.
What say you ?-a pasty; it shall, and it must,
Left alone to reflect, having emptied my shelf,
When come to the place where we all were to dine (A chair-lumber'd closet, just twelve feet by nine), My friend bade me welcome, but struck me quite dumb, With tidings that Johnson and Burke would not come ; “ For I knew it,” he cried, “ both eternally fail, 71 The one with his speeches, and tother with Thrale ; But no matter, I'll warrant we'll make up the party, With two full as clever, and ten times as hearty ; The one is a Scotchman, the other a Jew; They're both of them merry, and authors like you ; The one writes the Snarler, the other the Scourge ; Some think he writes Cinna-he owns to Panurge. While thus he described them by trade and by name, They enter'd, and dinner was served as they came.
At the top a fried liver and bacon were seen ; At the bottom was tripe, in a swinging tureen ; At the sides there were spinach, and pudding made hot ; In the middle a place where the pasty-was not.
See the Letters between Henry, Duke of Cumberland, and Lady Gros